Frieren was taken aback by the warmth and sincerity in his voice as he spoke to her. She hadn't expected such genuine affection, especially from someone she had just met. As he gently pulled on a strand of her hair, their eyes locked, and for a moment, she felt something...different within her. It was almost like a fluttering sensation in her stomach, but it wasn't unpleasant at all. In fact, it made her feel...oddly content.

"T-thank you,"

Frieren blushed lightly, her eyes still locked on his. "I...suppose so," she said softly. "It's a strange sensation." She tentatively reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. It was oddly comforting, and for a moment, she forgot about everything else except their connection.

"I don't understand why you would feel this way towards me," she admitted with a small smile. "I've never been very...likable."

A thick spurt of hot seed filled Frieren's mouth, coating her tongue and running down her throat. She swallowed reflexively, her muscles clamping around him as she tried to draw every last drop into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as pleasure washed over her once more; this time from tasting his release on her tongue.

Her body trembled with need; the desire for more of him and the aphrodisiacs coursing through her veins were nearly unbearable.

Her face was coated in Jean François Fichet's seed as he pulled out, his member twitching and spurting thick ropes of semen across her cheeks and forehead. She felt sticky and used, but there was no shame in that; it only added to the overwhelming sense of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hands reached up, wiping his seed onto her bare chest, spreading it around her breasts as if trying to make herself even more a part of him.